Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1328 | 2011-04-29 16:16:20 | 94.00 | |
| 988 | 2010-03-28 22:36:48 | 92.88 | |
| 542 | 2010-01-29 02:49:46 | 86.36 | |
| 358 | 2010-01-27 03:49:56 | 96.35 | |
| 103 | 2009-11-27 18:32:12 | 83.48 |